Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

59.Belonging

♡ Hi my loves! This chapter is both intense and super cute. In 2 more chapters their will be a very big twist that will be revealed in the plot..so I'm kind of nervous, but also excited to see how you guys react to it. I really loved writing this chapter, idk I just found it really sweet and I can't wait for the more dramatic chapters to come. Get ready! And as always comment and vote;) ♡
(Warning-smut,sexual content,blood,branding.)

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I enter Timothée and I's new home,the keys clutched in my hand. I just bought a king sized bed and an incredibly comfy mattress during my furniture shopping spree. Knowing how things between Timothée and I usually go, I can already tell that the bed will get some good use.

Smiling to myself, I drop the keys onto the kitchen island.My smile fades as the thought of the initiation tonight weighs heavily in my mind. I'm terrified, honestly. But if I want a future Timothée, I need to overcome my fears and adapt to his world. I realize the importance of showing him that I am not afraid of the life that follows him, that I can shapeshift, turning myself into the kind of partner he needs me to be. I need him to believe that I am in this with him. I need him to realize that we're in this together, and I can be apart of the life he leads.

I take in a deep breath and push aside any lingering doubts,reminding myself It's Timothée. I love him. I already have a tattoo of his initial on my body,and if getting branded is what it takes to solidify our relationship in the eyes of the cult,then so be it.I'm thankful that he will be the one to personally brand me. As long as he's with me, I know I can manage the pain.

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My clear heels click against the floor with every step I take, the sound echoing in the empty halls. I approach the halls of the undergrounds, looking straight at the room that the initiation will take place.I feel my heart flutter in my chest as I anticipate seeing Timothée. The thought of walking into a room filled with people who are gathered to witness me being fully claimed by him is both imitating and exhilarating.

"Amelia?" I hear a voice call out, jolting me out of my thoughts. I turn around to see who it is and am taken aback when I see my mother.

"M-Mom?"I stutter, my eyes widening in surprise. "You never come to the cult." I remark, still in disbelief while I look at her, that she's actually here. My mother rarely attended any rituals or cult meetings growing up, and Timothée and I seemed to spend more time at the undergrounds than she did.

My mothers eye's meet mine as she speaks, a look of concern on her face. "Tom told me everything." She begins. "About you and Timothée,the ritual,the standing ovation...and then he told me about the initiation. I know you understand how significant this is, which means you must be really serious about being with Timothée." There is worry in her eyes that betray her as she speaks.

"Mom, I've always been serious about being with Timothée." I confess, pulling nervously at the fabric of my dress. "Even when I was younger." I look away,feeling embarrassment for some reason.

"I know you are serious about this, honey, and I'm sorry..." She says, her voice tinged with regret that she can't hide. "I never wanted you to follow in my footsteps, because this life can be tough. I know that I wasn't the best mother to you, but I want you to know that I love you, Mia. And although I can't stop you from making this decision, I wanted to see you before you go through with it." I listen to my mother speak, her voice filled with genuine emotion,vastly different from the coldness I always felt from her growing up,and the sound of her sincerity brings tears to my eyes.

"Don't cry darling." My mother says softly, getting closer and bringing her fingers to my eyes to gently wipe away my tears. "My parents weren't very affectionate, and I know I've let you down in many ways." She continues. "I've spent countless hours reflecting on it, thinking about you and Timothée's strong attachment to each other, and I realize now that it's Tom and I's fault." She squeezes my shoulders ,offering some comfort in her words.